I wake to a world weighed down by gray,
A sun that rises but brings no day.
The air is thick, the silence deep,
And all I want is endless sleep.
The mirror holds a hollow face,
A stranger lost in empty space.
The voice inside is cracked and low,
It whispers things I shouldn’t know.
I move through crowds, yet walk alone,
A ghost with skin, a heart of stone.
They laugh, they shine, they dance, they speak,
While I dissolve, quiet and weak.
I reach for hope, it slips away,
Like sand that flees from hands of clay.
I scream inside, but none can tell,
A prisoner locked within myself.
But still, a flicker—small, unseen,
A whisper softer than the scream.
A thread of light in shadows spun,
That says the fight is not yet done.
And so, though heavy is the sky,
I’ll take one breath, I’ll lift my eyes.
And even if the night is long,
Somewhere, somehow—I’ll hear a song.
by-averielee3
